When I looked at the program and saw 13 designers featured, I was more than daunted, but I consider it a personal accomplishment that I survived the three and a half hour onslaught while the fair-weather fashionistas left in search of food, water and air conditioning.

So get ready for the down and dirty impressions. Listed in chronological order.

Niformis and Roberto da Carrara designed by Victor Hugo de Leon: Mixing stripes and plaid is now second nature, so de Leon adds more to the mix by offering up richer colors and patterns to experiment with. He’s giving fashionistos more and more styles for their toolkit. The runway looks were sheer joy. Men look good dressed up, colorful and unselfconscious.

Joseph’s Cloak by Joseph Kadi: Hello, the 60s are calling. The burnt orange velour blazer actually looked good from a distance, but I wouldn’t want it seated next to me at dinner. But the Kadi shopper won’t care. His looks were on the edge of “are you kidding me” and firmly encamped in “who’s that crazy guy, I have to meet him.” At the tamest points, Kadi flaunted a man’s prerogative to relive his favorite decade and rock it.

Lyndsy Walker: She’s pushing the style quotient up with a battering ram. Her looks aren’t for the feint of heart fashion gal. Her inspiration was Marie Antoinette’s tomboy tendencies flavored with her personal infatuation with the era she grew up in. Yep, the 18th Century meets the 1980s. Come back for photos.

Miacro: This just became the oddest collection that I’ve ever loved. I blame it on my utter fascination with “Mad Max Beyond the Thunderdome”. Miacro’s nomadic looks reminded me of in-your-face burkas in a post-Saddam world with a collection of hoods and hat/scarf hybrids that were frayed like the tendrils of some deep sea creature. The first items were an utter mystery — transparent nylon tops and pants that had screen printed details. We couldn’t figure out what to wear them with (was it lounge wear?) until they were layer under makeshift jersey items in the looks to come.

Katie Kantley: Loved the floor length sunshine hued ombre dress with a satin black neck tie (not a necktie, but a collar that ties at the side of the neck) and enjoyed the cinched details at the next in brilliant hues and cool moody prints. But from the front row, I couldn’t help but notice the shoddy stitches on the hems of almost every garment.

Karina by Karina Cousineau: Breezy, ephemeral jersey dresses.

Zeto by Nami Ogawa: Who says ruffles must point down. Her skirts feature great ruffled details that snaked along the front seams of a pencil skirt. Her dresses and tops included fun origami details and I loved the full skirt minis that used thick transparent chiffon borders to extend the length to the knee for a flirty peek-a-boo quality.

Sohung Designs by Sohung Tong: Zippers were dismantled and contorted to be high Edwardian collars, cinched corset belts, decorative fringe and other mesmerizing design elements. His gathered ball gown skirts were just the right balance of haphazard and haute couture. Great palette and ingenuity.

Tiffany Alana by Tiffany Alana Wolff: Sorry, Tiffany, but this was not a collection, it was a grab bag. I was struggling to find some cohesive element. The glue was missing in this presentation. There were some pretty things and some not pretty things, but the fashion show should have waited until you found the right direction.

Phyl Couture by Jamie Phyl: Western-influenced jersey designs in black and a somber butter yellow. Best in frayed-edge tanks and skirts with applique detais.

English Clientele by Mike Sam: I was weary and bleary-eyed by this point, but this collection was a welcome adrenaline boost. I love the long lean silhouettes of the high waisted, wide legged trousers paired with blousey tops trimmed with ruffles that were feminine not fussy. The hats, the lace, the tweeds, the buttons and details took old world aesthetics and made them urban (as in New York socialite, not rapper) and fresh.

Yana K by Yana Khromova: There was a coat with alternating, snaking line of deep rust and gold tones that was utterly entrancing (but then again, I’m a coat freak). Her best works played with layers of satin that floated out like wings from shoulders and torsos as the models strutted the runway, her worst works needed a new seamstress. Seams shouldn’t pucker like that.

Vitamin A Swimwear by Amahlia Stevens: Sophisticated beachy looks for the crowd that wants to look more like the Mediterranean crowd than the Puerto Vallarta contingency. Great gold hoop embellishments and a wonderful subdued palette of deep cobalt blue, gold with flecks of sparkle, soft white patterned cotton coverups and a striped bikini that just scream Greek Isles.